“If you say so,” I repeated.“You went up for drugs, did you really kick the habit?” she asked. “That was seven years ago. I’m still work...ng on it,” I answered. “They say once an addict, always an addict. We just aren’t practicing anymore.” “That’s all crap you memorize so that you can spout it out to other junkies,” she said.“Are you a junkie?” I asked putting a plate of bacon and eggs on the table in front of her.“I ain’t no junkie,” she said.“Good, then I won’t have to worry about you. Licking. Up and down. Side to side. Tugging down.hard. ‘ Hush.’ I heard. As the tugging grew deeper. Harder on my vagina.growling. I heard.... I felt hot lips touch me slowly on my vagina. Suckling... rubbing my vagina kissing gently.’sweetness..’ kissing my vagina softly...and nipple slow.. tugging..stroking..stroking... squeezing...soft.pulling... my nipple hard. ‘Sweetness..’she whispered.’ahh...’ rubbing me gently deeply massaging between my thighs.kissing gently stroking...and rubbing. ..Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me. Well just how long seduction would take. As it turned out the attraction was mutual and I could have probably removed her knickers in short order. But that takes away a lot of the fun. So I stretched it out over several weeks, gradually getting her to the point where she was almost desperate to get to the main event. I suppose you'll say that the tee shirt was purely incidental in this case, but it did have a bearing on the matter.Because it said, 'Flower Arrangers do it in Church", and that's.